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“I choose violence,” I hiss when some prick tries hagglin’ her price. Ain’t no one disrespectin’ a soul on my watch. *Inside Out* vibes again—Anger takin’ the wheel, yeah? Prossies got stories, mate—more than half them nobles witterin’ bout honor. Dangerous? Bloody oath. But they’re tough—tougher than most o’ you soft sods.

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I gotta mention the river – the Big Creek that flows right past the southern edge of the town. It’s such a mood setter. I once walked along its banks on a rainy day (rain, man, so like life, right?) and felt this gigantic surge of passion and nature combined into a soulful moment. I even washed away some of my workday blues there. And then there’s the local art mural on Willow Street – loud, vibrant, and weird enough that folks stop and scratch their heads, like “What da heck is dis?” Hah, gotta love the local eccentricity.

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